[8] Bentley's Waltz of Mayhem

Heaven.

Two armoured, angelic guards stood on either side of the pearly white gates. Both were expressionless, staring into the foggy white clouds that made up Heaven's entranceway. Behind each of their shoulders, the swirling portal to Earth remained as it had been for thousands of years. Froths of white steam occasionally spurred off the pearly mists, but there was little movement otherwise.

Historically, decades would pass between the two guards and neither would say anything or move for the entire time. An occasional choir or singular angel on a business trip would pass by unacknowledged, but other than that, there was hardly any activity before the great gates of Heaven. All seven were the same, although some had heavier foot-traffic than others. Like the rest of the entire realm, it was suffocatingly silent, obnoxiously prim, and so orderly that it was almost boring. Absolutely nothing ever happened at the gates.